I shouldn't have told her.

"I Shouldn't Have Telled Her"

Chapter 1:

I'm a university teacher at an elite institution. Girls graduating here

are guaranteed at least a secretary or even a managerial position in a large company, with guaranteed admission.

Graduation is guaranteed, though there's a failure rate.

Despite this, it still attracts many young women and their parents.

However, the physical exams for female students require them to reach a "goddess" level to enroll.

I came to this university five years ago and was fortunate enough to become a computer teacher, instructing them on basic

computer skills.

In those five years, I've heard and learned a lot, including the usual strange tales found in every school

.

For example, dozens of female students disappear every year, officially said to have left the school due to unbearable

pressure to get into higher education.

But in reality, their parents can't find them.

The warehouse behind the school is off-limits; it's said ghosts lurk there.

Haha, I've been there once, no ghosts.

There's a small lake near the back of the school, where people have supposedly drowned.

Although the lake is indeed very deep.

There aren't any large forests on campus, so I can't bring my boyfriend for a wild time.

The school grounds are larger than two Forbidden Cities, yet there isn't a large wooded area. Isn't that strange? But none of that matters

to , because I've been here for five years, and nothing has negatively affected me.

Today, the weather is cool, but I feel a bit restless. To be honest, facing so many

beautiful girls every day without being able to hug one would be frustrating for any guy. Besides, I've finished reading all the novels I had on hand

, and I have nothing to do.

Especially those few white clouds in the sky, slowly drifting in the breeze.

I decided to go exploring, or rather, to wander around the surroundings. After all, this school is quite large, and

it has its share of secrets.

I avoided the noisy playground and the little garden where couples strolled hand in hand, and approached the old logistics

warehouse . To be honest, it was really quiet here. The dilapidated appearance of the old building made most people, especially

beautiful women, unconsciously stay away.

Naturally, in the bright spring sunshine, who would be so bored as to come to a dusty old warehouse to play?

It's not like it's a grand adventure, haha.

There are fewer people around during the day than at night, although people prefer to do other things at night.

Suddenly, as if bewitched, I quietly approached the old building's window, slowly, slowly, I peeked inside.

Nothing there, except for the areas illuminated by sunlight; the room was pitch black.

Heh, what else could there be? I chuckled to myself at my faint reflection in the glass.

Suddenly, I heard moans coming from inside. Having watched countless pornographic films, I immediately recognized it as suppressed

female sobs. It sounded like a young woman. I was a little curious. Students were forbidden

from approaching ; being caught would result in a major demerit, but no one was enforcing the rules, just a sign.

So, if a girl was moaning, I might be able to peek.

I could tell the girl was getting closer, because the sobbing moans were getting louder, and

there was also the sound of dripping water.

Perhaps the girl was being abused, subjected to SM? I made this guess, but I wasn't sure. I just

let my imagination run wild. Could it be a girl I knew behind the window? The sound grew closer and louder. I didn't move.

When the sound started to fade, I guessed the person had gone past. I quietly took out my phone, pried open the small camera

, started recording, and moved the phone up. I was sitting under the window, which wasn't high, so I

slowly raised the phone and adjusted the angle to make it as inconspicuous as possible.

I could see the screen.

The first thing I saw was a big, white, beautiful buttock. It was so beautiful—a pert, round bottom, a slender waist

—it made me want to bite it. And below, that mysterious peach blossom cave was still

pink , but a trickle of fluid was constantly flowing from it. Below the round bottom, two snow-white thighs were rubbing against each other,

trying to lessen the emptiness.

Seeing this, I felt myself getting hard. Although I don't deny that I've seen countless pornographic films,

I can't deny that this buttock was really beautiful, making me want to rush up and penetrate it.

That snow-white body was slowly moving. The window faced a vertical path, and there was another

horizontal path running alongside it.

So what I saw was the girl crawling along the vertical path—yes, crawling, because she wasn't

walking, but crawling, like a female dog.

I didn't dare get up. After all, I was sitting on a patch of grass; moving wouldn't hurt, but I was afraid that a sudden movement would

rustle the grass and alert those inside.

This was a school, not the middle of nowhere.

I slowly moved the camera, slowly scanning the girl's body, but only partially, since her angle

limited my view. Finally, near her waist, I saw a pair of shoes—

black cloth shoes. These days, very few people wear that style.

I continued to slowly move the camera. Black pants, very clean pants, though the cuffs were stained.

Moving upwards, black clothes, and then upwards again, wrinkled skin, unsightly bulges on the back of her neck,

and her bald head only accentuated the unsightly appearance.

The man leading that beautiful woman, the one who treated such a beauty like a dog on a leash...

that man... it was him! I gasped in surprise.

I knew him. If it were just a stranger from outside the school, it wouldn't be so bad, but he was

the old man who greeted me this morning! He's the maintenance guy at the school! How could this be? I was stunned.

How could it be him? I stared at that familiar figure on the screen, completely speechless.

I could only watch on the screen as the old man in all black, using a thin leather belt to tether a beautiful but self-degrading girl

like , slowly crawling along.

In the afternoon sunlight, her shadow stretched longer and longer in the long corridor.

The scene was beautiful, but the man was utterly hideous.

The old man's surname was Zhang; I usually called him Old Man Zhang, and he would always respond with a smile.

He would often stay in the small house near the back hill with his box. If anything broke—

like a light bulb or a broken window—he was always the one to call.

There was once a photograph called "Father," depicting a thin, dark-skinned old man. If he were a little fatter and more kind

, he would be Old Man Zhang.

I had chatted with him a few times; we saw each other frequently at school, and we would occasionally exchange greetings, but

I never imagined that this seemingly kind old man was secretly a womanizer.

And judging from his demeanor, he was already quite skilled.

It was hard to accept.

I don't know how to express it, nor do I want to. Perhaps this is the girl's own self-degradation

? Money, lust, even SM—who knows? I didn't stop her.

I left.

This was the first time I discovered this scene, discovered this old man's secret.

More than half a month later, this wasn't my second time here. In fact, I would come

here , unaware that I had fallen into the old man's sights.

I was just sneaking around, like a thief trying to break into the neighbor's house.

I noticed that the old man would occasionally bring a girl through there. At first, I thought it was the same person,

but after carefully observing the recorded phone screen and seeing several buttocks, I realized that the girls were never the same, or

rather, they only had one thing in common: extremely good figures.

I can't describe the feeling when I saw the second girl. I always thought that the old man being able to have even one pretty girl to

play with was already a blessing.

Who would have thought there was more than one?

Sigh, comparisons are odious, and I was the kind of person you had to throw away.

But little did I know, this was just the beginning.

The old man's life remained unchanged, and I stopped paying attention to it.

After all, college students were willingly degenerating, and as a teacher, I didn't know them and had no

connection . If I rashly intervened, I might be the one who got scolded.

About half a month passed like this, and then I met Xiaoqing, a particularly beautiful girl, a junior in college this year,

a stunning beauty with waist-length hair. She was also a direct descendant of a large family—of course, this was just drunken

rambling , and I didn't take it seriously.

Xiaoqing had a very cheerful personality, a bit tomboyish, but incredibly thoughtful. When we chatted, she

always easily grasped the direction of the conversation, giving off a warm and welcoming feeling.

My acquaintance with Xiaoqing began when she was late.

That day, I was playing on my phone in the office when I suddenly heard that tomboy in the next seat starting to scold someone again.

"Mu Xiaoqing, this isn't the first time you've been late. Being late for class, openly talking back to the teacher,

and now you're telling me it's not your fault? Tell me, how can someone like you expect to

have a good life in the future?"

The tomboy swallowed hard and continued, "Don't tell me your family is rich, but that's all your parents' money.

Does their wealth mean you're rich? What will you do when your parents are gone?

What will you do when you openly talk back to your boss in the future?" The tomboy's husband had recently cheated on her, so she

was in a bad mood. She had just come to work today, and it seemed this girl had run into trouble.

Mu

Xiaoqing didn't falter as I expected, or run out in tears. She

listened quietly, nodding occasionally.

My eyesight is good; across the desk, I saw

something interesting in Mu Xiaoqing's disheveled hair: Bluetooth earphones.

She was wearing earphones and nodding, clearly just going through the motions.

I shook my head, smiled, and pointed to my ear, looking directly into her eyes.

She seemed oblivious to my misunderstanding; she simply smoothed her hair on the side of her head that resembled a tomboy, and continued

to lower her head , but behind her back, at an angle I could see, she subtly flicked her middle finger.

I didn't say or do anything more, just continued playing on my phone.

That was our first meeting.

The tomboy, tired of her tirade, waved me away.

The next evening, at a street food stall, I saw Mu Xiaoqing again. She was embracing a girl—

a girl with a youthful face and large breasts, much shorter than Mu Xiaoqing, but her breasts were so large I felt I couldn't wrap my hand around them

.

Her hips were probably also quite full, though her arms were a bit thick. She wore a ponytail, revealing fair skin; she was very

pretty .

The girl was struggling to break free from Mu Xiaoqing's embrace,

but it was clearly futile.

Mu Xiaoqing smiled and held the girl tighter.

The girl didn't resist any longer, accepting Mu Xiaoqing's advances with a helpless expression, saying, "You're

really a pervert."

Pointing to a roadside stall, she said, "Xiaoqing, let's get some skewers?"

Mu Xiaoqing agreed, and the two sat down at the small table next to me. At this moment, Mu Xiaoqing noticed me,

pointed at me to the girl, and said, "The man I told you about this morning is him."

The girl shook her head and glanced at me, "This is the guy, daring to molest my Xiaoqing?"

Then she curled her lip, "He's not even that good-looking."

I am indeed of average appearance. Although I'm 1.85 meters tall, due to a lack of exercise, I'm slightly

overweight, with a double chin, small eyes, a short buzz cut, and a big nose. At this moment, with my mouth full of grease from eating, it naturally attracted the attention of the beautiful girl.

They were disgusted, but I'm not some clueless kid. Their words didn't bother me; I just smiled

and didn't take it seriously.

"Sorry, my Xiaoxiao didn't mean it. Let's just pretend what happened during the day never happened,"

Mu Xiaoqing patted the girl and said to me with a smile.

"It doesn't matter. Lots of people say that, it doesn't matter if she's one more. Also, the tomboy

is in a bad , don't upset her,"

I said with a smile, swallowing the snack in my mouth.

"Okay, my name is Mu Xiaoqing, this is Ling Xiaoxiao, and what's yours, handsome?"

Mu Xiaoqing asked me.

"Me? I'm just a teacher. You can just call me Fatty."

I wiped my hands with a tissue and said, "It's fate that we meet. If we're destined to meet twice a day, then we're

acquainted, beautiful lady."

"Great! It's nice to meet you, Fatty."

Mu Xiaoqing extended a hand and shook mine. "If I take your class, you have to pass me!

"

That's how we met. I got to know two beautiful women, and it was a win-win situation if they could avoid failing a course

.

After all, the old lady was definitely going to fail that elective. If I could help her fail another course, or give her a hand, she

wouldn't have to repeat a year.

Naturally, I had to take the beautiful women out when I met them. Occasionally, I would eat with them, and sometimes

we would go to amusement parks. Although we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, it was still

fun to see the envious looks from the guys around us while I was with the beautiful women.

Moreover, after meeting Mu Xiaoqing, I stopped caring about

what . Mu Xiaoqing was a bit of a tomboy, and that didn't change

because of her flowing long hair and devilish figure . My acquaintance with her was initially just a small comfort during my lonely period of being single, but slowly, I also felt happy. Especially after one time, we met by chance at the same bar, and I took her back to her dorm when she was drunk. Although she didn't say anything later, it was clear she was more genuine with me. Friendship isn't about exchanging favors. Perhaps we're always like this, always wanting more, or perhaps I was too insecure . Actually, I think the key was that on the way to her dorm that time, I witnessed Mu Xiaoqing's formidable Taekwondo black belt skills. I simply couldn't handle it, so it was better to keep my distance. So I became engrossed in games, reducing contact. I thought this would lessen my fear and the urge to like a student, but I was wrong. Distance only made me want her more. To suppress this feeling, I went to that old teaching building again . Can I say that everyone has a voyeuristic desire, especially the first time you haven't been caught, and the scenery is very tempting? On a dark and stormy night, when I was setting fires and committing murder—ah, pshaw.— I secretly went to that place on campus at midnight. I'm smart. My mom always said I haven't used my talents in the right way. Yeah, I'm a homebody , but a tech geek. I'm fluent in six languages and skilled in installing and manufacturing communication surveillance equipment. I'm also good at making disguises. If you ask what I do at school, I won't tell you, I'm a specially hired cosplay director and a basic instructor. I sneaked in at midnight, naturally to spy, installing a series of surveillance devices—not cameras, of course , but button cameras and listening devices. These are my treasures. Having gotten the building's blueprints from the school archives beforehand, I naturally know which areas are important. However, I wasn't sure if I could get any useful images. After all, I didn't know what the old man would do. Just dragging a naked girl around downstairs isn't what I need. Without incident, my equipment started working, but most of the time, there was no one in the footage. I observed once a week, so relying on fast forward, on the afternoon of the third day, I finally got images of people. This is the changing room. The old lockers against the wall are all locked. If the floor weren't so clean, I wouldn't even have bothered installing the camera. There were two girls. I recognized one of them by her hair—she was the girl . After all, I'd watched that video and masturbated more than once. And the girls at this school are generally pretty good, especially those in Mu Xiaoqing's dorm. There are practically no boys; it's practically a flight attendant dorm. But the majors are diverse—languages, nursing , etc.—all female. They even have makeup classes, and of course, there's no shortage of gym memberships and facilities . Even in a school like this, I felt this girl was top-notch. And the new girl next to her, well, she's not bad either. The two girls didn't exchange a word after entering the room. They silently took out their keys, each opened a locker, and without any shyness, took off their clothes, revealing their beautiful bodies. The girl I saw was a slender-faced girl with long, black hair, fair skin, and a small, firm bust (around a C cup) without any sagging. She had long limbs and was probably around 8 feet tall; she would be a model in any store. After undressing, she took out a key, opened another cabinet, and took out a long rabbit-ear headdress and a black fishnet fishsuit—a bunny girl outfit. Her white skin against the black dress was so sexy, like a casino dealer or a bar hostess. The other girl was much shorter, probably around 6 feet, and had a fuller figure with yellowish-white skin.

Her skin was a light wheat-yellow, giving her a very healthy look. She had short purple hair and a slightly voluptuous figure. However, her breasts were enormous

, at least a J-cup, and they weren't fat, but rather fleshy, making you want to touch

them .

She opened the closet and put on a white nurse's uniform, but the buttons on her large breasts looked like they might burst open at any moment

. The skirt was so short it only reached her pubic area, and her dark pubic hair was constantly being glimpsed as she moved.

Naturally, neither of the women was wearing a bra.

I guessed that the two women were the main characters for today. But

that wasn't the case. The main character was an old man, although I called him an old man, but his genitals

were probably thicker and longer than a child's arm, even smaller than those in European and American AVs.

He sat naked from the waist down in a small rocking chair, wearing a white short-sleeved t-shirt, watching the TV

screen with great interest. Due to the viewing angle, I couldn't tell what was on the video, but it sounded

like an AV, because I could hear a woman moaning.

When the bunny girl reached the old man's door, she took a small round plate from a box.

On it were a whip and a cocktail.

The nurse picked out a flat metal plate with a gag, rope, and a large syringe on it.

Neither the bunny girl nor the nurse knocked or hesitated. From the security camera footage, I

only the two women push the door open and enter.

What was behind the door? Utter darkness. Sorry, the door was locked when I went, so

what happened behind it? At this point, I can only speculate.

Half an hour later, the two women emerged, not walking, but crawling, one after the other, like two beautiful dogs crawling out

of the room.

Both women were naked, their hair disheveled. The girl who had played

the nurse had a particularly large belly; with my extensive experience watching films, I could immediately tell she had been given an enema, and

the enema fluid was still inside her. As she crawled, drops occasionally flowed from her anus.

The girl was still desperately clenching her anus to prevent the fluid from leaking out, but her efforts were met with rough treatment;

a plug was forcefully shoved into her anus.

"Don't dirty my place, you slut,"

the old man said, continuing forward.

The two women followed closely behind. To be honest, seeing two beautiful young women turned into two

naked was a truly intoxicating sight. The old man, leading the chain,

didn't even turn his head, seemingly just walking.

Didn't he care about those two beauties? After walking through several corridors, they came to a small room. The old man led the two

women inside and then left.

An hour passed, then two hours, and the girls didn't reappear. I decided to investigate their

identities .

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